Swiftcurrent Creek Baptism

Open to anyone he hasn't met yet, or anyone he has only met a few times! I've got time to kill, so a spree is preferred.

As much as he loathed being away from Tuwawi presently, Njal had duties to pursue. He had drawn himself out of their shared den and in to the overcast morning, carrying with him her warmth, and the musk of a night spent together in the most intimate of manner; thus the first thing Njal did was seek out the creek, where he dipped his body and strode in to the depths to wash. The water caressed him on every side, soothing his skin, numbing it, while the man peered at the area which had become his home. In the months to come Tuwawi's belly would swell. Their family would become truly whole, and Swiftcurrent would boast new lives amongst the ranks. Soon Njal would have a son, a daughter, maybe both - and his thoughts trailed from there, concocting mental images of children learning to fish and to fight. Such imagining warmed him from the inside out, eradicating the spring's cold grip upon him.